Hawk Quotes

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Kristen Ashley
“You're bossy, arrogant, intrusive, annoying... "
His minor grin amplified.
See! Totally unrepentant...
"Do I have anything going for me?"
"... you can be sweet, you're a cuddler, and you carried me out of a burning building..."
"I'm a cuddler?"
"You spoon."
His brows went up. "That's important enough to be on your list?"
"Uh... yeah."
[He's grinning] "Fuckin' ridiculous what women think is important.”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man

Kristen Ashley
“Don't call me baby when you're pissed, Sweet Pea."
"Don't call me Sweet Pea at all, baby”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man

Kristen Ashley
“He started to pull away again but she called his name so he stopped.
“Yeah?”
“Before you go, give me the dimples,” she demanded.
That thing in his throat prickled and Hawk dipped his head and kissed the indentation at the base of his wife’s throat. Then he lifted his head and smiled at her.
Her hand came to his face and he felt the pad of her thumb in one of his dimples.
Then her eyes moved from her thumb to his and she smiled back.
 ”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man

Kristen Ashley
“You live in your head too much, you curl up and shut shit out and spend so much time doing it, you forget to live your life. You can’t live your life in your head. That isn’t living.”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man
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Kristen Ashley
“Our relationship wasn’t easy. It wasn’t mellow. It wasn’t comfortable and sedate. He was too bossy and I was too much of a smartass. We bantered and sometimes we fought. But I’d learned I was completely unable to endure Hawk being mad at me and then I’d noticed that Hawk felt the same. No grudges were ever held. We created sparks but those sparks never caught the kind of fire that could do damage. Instead, we got over it and moved on.”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man

Robert B. Parker
“I pulled the MG in beside him at the curb and he got in.
"This thing ain't big enough for either one of us," he said. "When you getting something that fits?"
"It goes with my preppy look," I said. "You get one of these, they let you drive around the north shore, watch polo, anything you want."
I let the clutch in and turned right on Dartmouth.
"How you get laid in one of these?" Hawk said.
"You just don't understand preppy," I said. "I know it's not your fault. You're only a couple generations out of the jungle. I realize that. But if you're preppy you don't get laid in a car."
"Where do you get laid if you preppy?"
I sniffed. "One doesn't," I said.
"Preppies gonna be outnumbered in a while," Hawk said.”
Robert B. Parker

Hayao Miyazaki
“In this world of ours, the sparrow must live like a hawk if he is to fly at all.”
Hayao Miyazaki

Kristen Ashley
“You're cute in the morning," he told me.

"I am?" I asked.

"Cute and sweet."

"Mm," I mumbled, glad he thought that but I'd always been a morning person. I was a night person too. I was an anytime person when I wasn't stressy and in a bad mood.

One of his hands left my back and I watched his eyes get heated and intense as they studied my face.

Then he did something beautiful, something amazing, something that, if I'd had any doubts as to my certainty, they would have disintegrated.

He tenderly slid the backs of his knuckles against the skin of my cheek while he muttered, "A year and a half. Totally fuckin' missed out.”
Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man
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Erin Hunter
“The cats at the edge of the clearing were staring up at the sky, their eyes huge with fear. As he looked upward, Fireheart heard the beating of wings and saw a hawk circling above the trees, its harsh cry drifting on the air. At the same time he realized that one cat had not taken shelter; Snowkit was tumbling and playing in the middle of the open space.
"Snowkit!" Speckletail yowled desperately.”
Erin Hunter, A Dangerous Path

Kristen Ashley
“Go to him, Sweet Pea.”
Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man
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Karen Marie Moning
“He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he
whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.”
Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist

Karen Marie Moning
“The Hawk hired fifty harpers and jesters and taught them new songs. Songs about the puny fairy fool who had been chased away from Dalkeith-Upon-the-Sea by the legendary
Hawk. And being such a legend in his own time, his tales were ceded great truth and staying power. The players
were delighted with the epic grandeur of such a wild tale. When they had rehearsed to perfection the ditties and
refrains portraying the defeat of the fool, the Hawk sent them into the counties of Scotland and England. Grimm
accompanied the group of players traveling to Edinburgh to help spread the tale himself, while Hawk spent late hours by the candle scribbling, crossing out and perfecting his command for when the fool came. Sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, he would reach for his set of sharp awls and blades and begin carving toy soldiers and dolls, one by one.”
Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist

Karen Marie Moning
“Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.”
Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist

Katherine Roberts
“By the ancient bond of the spellclave, I command you, Spider. Stop, or be turned to stone!”
Katherine Roberts, Spellfall

V. Theia
“You’re my dream. I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside. I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that. Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.”
V. Theia, Filthy Love
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V. Theia
“He watched with his predator eyes.
The hunger in them unmasked.
He was addicted.
He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn’t care.”
V. Theia, Tracking Luxe
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V. Theia
“A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.”
V. Theia, Tracking Luxe
tags: hawk

V. Theia
“For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away.”
V. Theia, Tracking Luxe
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V. Theia
“The savage possession at no time altered. If anything, it was as fucking monstrous as him. It lingered and clung to his skin making Hawk think things he had no business thinking about. He already knew if he allowed himself to fall and sink into her she’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.”
V. Theia, Filthy Love
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V. Theia
“He’d never wanted anyone more to belong to him wholly, then and now.
Every dream.
Every fantasy.
Every whispered secret.
He wanted it all to belong to him.
Because monsters liked to own things.
To make them as dirty as they were.”
V. Theia, Filthy Love

V. Theia
“Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?”
V. Theia, Preacher Man

V. Theia
“Hawk's belly sunk hollow, black and empty, much like his chest that corroded desire into something nasty and wrong. Hawk paced until his knees creaked, glaring down at his phone like he could reach through and touch what he was forbidden to want.”
V. Theia, Preacher Man

V. Theia
“You have no fucking idea, little bit of a thing, so old are you that you know everything? So worldly with the round eyes and the way you see the good in everything, even me. Forget everything you fucking think you know. The second I was inside you people would know, you’d be different, they’d treat you differently, tarred with my fucking ruined brush, all the rumors flying around, people who had once been your friends because they’d know I had hands all over you. I don’t fuck like a gentleman, little bit, I fuck like an animal, that stains a little girl like you. You want pretty-fucking-romance, to show off a man to your friends, to go to parties with him on your arm, so fucking meek and boring, that’s not me, will never be me. I’m not normal, the wiring is not right in my head, and I’m not for you, walk away before I’ve had my mouth on that pussy and drank down your honey, because if you don’t and I taste you, I feel how it is to shove my cock as deep and as hard as I can inside you, it’s all over, you get me? You hearing what I’m telling you? Game over, ‘cause I don’t play by anyone's rules but my own and my rules are nasty, my rules are fucking filthy.”
V. Theia, Filthy Love

V. Theia
“Are you insane?” His voice was pure fucking rust. “You’re the head shrink, you don’t say shit like that to the likes of me. I’m manipulative, incapable of remorse. Is that the kind of person you want around you?”
V. Theia, Filthy Love

V. Theia
“She infested his mind, thoughts of worshipping her in dark ways, her laugh would be his reward, her screams his payment for a man worthy of being in her fucking presence and not dying of overexposure to all that goodness.”
V. Theia, Preacher Man

V. Theia
“He'd always known if he were this near to Gia it would break out both of their beasts. Only, hers has always been the more powerful when it had him wanting to come to heel, to do anything she wanted, to offer up his battered soul for her own keeping.”
V. Theia, Filthy Love

Karen Marie Moning
“Hawk?"
He gazed up at her, still crouched on the floor, ready to pounce if she so much as moved an inch.”
Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist

V. Theia
“He felt at peace knowing his little bit of a thing was safe and recovering inside.”
V. Theia, Tracking Luxe

V. Theia
“Jesus fuck. I’m sitting right fucking here, Prez. Maybe shelve the porn a little, yeah?”
V. Theia, Tracking Luxe
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Jeff VanderMeer
“Ghost bird, do you love me?" he whispered once in the dark, before he left for hs expedition training, even though he was the ghost. "Ghost bird, do you need me?" I loved him, but I didn't need him, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. A ghost bird might be a hawk in one place, a crow in another, depending on the context. The sparrow that shot up into the blue sky one morning might transform mid-flight into an osprey the next. This was the way of things here. There were no reasons so mighty that they could override the desire to be in accord with the tides and the passage of seasons and the rhythms underlying everything around me.”
Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

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